Instrumental
[Music by: P. Wagner, M. Schmidt, Lyrics by: P. Wagner] Hey don't walk on by you, don't stomp on my face Once I was like you I didn't care for nothing
We arise from the ashes we burn With a grin on our face we return We walk among the ones The mortals can't see When the sun goes up No more we'll be
They hate my ass 'cause I try to oppose I'm hooked and ready to die Sacrifice, I'm in pain I use my fists to smash their might A brutal way of progression
gathered are they, the wolves from the north and the tribes of the underworld hordes heathen men from pagan wastelands joined with them have they the
Beyond the mountains of madness Crossing the river Acheron Lies the crimson battlefield Where Father and son will cross their blades On a flaming bat-
With fire and sword, with water and dagger With the assistance of thunder and rain With the open sky above I concieve With the Blood and with pride I
out of the land of shadows and darkness, we were returning Towards the morning light Almost in reach of places I knew Escaping the ghosts of Yesterday
From blood-drenched earth The mighty oak arises From its roots Flow rivers of death Shadowed bodiless forms The rotting cores of the damned Drifting -
primeval god finally returns comes a sound of triumph I hear his voice a dawn of evil prayer a raise of million hands revelation of our dreams I open
Fallen into oblivion... The last view inside my mind - Silver walls ofg the castle Risen proudly towards the sky The rebellion failed... Many brave ones
I break the chains of unbelief Burden of millenial slavory Forest, eternat wander Extending beyond earthly dimensions Gods will return to their graces
Across the desolated fields where only death prevails, there in a distant world where the moonlight is eternal, darkness descends on our wizards tombs
Gathered are they, the wolves From the north and the tribes of The underworld hordes Heathen them From pagan wastelands Joined with them have they The
We are the children of the underworld We are the children of the long lost dream We lie in wait for our time to come Floating on a neverending stream
Spread the wings of darkness over bloody feasts of death All the hellish maniacs arise to kill the world They had made a promise that the satans regime
waking in the morning, affected by your sleep, your vision is blurred, you cant feel your feet. your body is cold, you dont feel quite right, you cannot
Un jour a Naples, un vieux m'a dit on chante parce qu'on est heureux d'etre tristes on vit avec le volcan sur nos tetes et avec la mort comme un corbeau
